My father always said teachers hate corn on the cob, football, and Labor Day – the three signs that vacation is over, and it is time to go back to work. For others Labor Day is the unofficial end of summer. The shorter days remind us New Englanders that the warm months are behind us. We can pack up the shorts and bathing suits and break out the jeans and hoodies. Maybe this will be one of those lucky years when I find a five dollar bill in my winter coat that I left behind last year.
As much as I love fall in New England the thought Labor Day is a bit depressing- a sobering reminder that all good things come to an end. How many nice days are left for jogging with Kelly or playing outside with Jack? Tonight Jack slept in my arms at dinner. He’s getting so big. How many more summer dinners will he sleep in my arms?
On a more uplifting note, not all endings are depressing. Crises come and go. Slumps end. Four years ago a recession began, and it will end someday too. Things that seem like a big deal today will be ancient insignificant history in a few weeks or months or years. This winter will give way to next spring.
All things, good and bad, come to an end, and this is neither a good nor a bad thing. Or maybe this is both a good and a bad thing. I don’t know. Labor Day also marks the peak of a busy sales season for those of us who work in retail. I will be too busy to think about it this weekend.